I Was Anastasia

by Ariel Lawhon

Like many cities in Bavaria it is filled with colorful buildings, old-world charm, and a sense of history that cannot be re-created in larger, more modern cities. Bicycles lean against walls, their small baskets filled with bread loaves and bouquets. The occasional horse-drawn cart clatters down the cobblestone streets. Flower boxes crowd the windows and clotheslines stretch across the alleys. There are statues and arched doorways and fountains around every bend. Anna thinks it is the most beautiful and delightful place she’s ever seen.